I’ve been sick since the middle of class on Tuesday (and wasn’t that fun!) and I am so. full. of drugs. I’ve taken antitussives, expectorants, vitamin C, antihistamines, decongestants, NSAIDs;…
I don’t normally care for Frida Kahlo. I realize she’s one of the greats but paintings of ladies with unibrows just aren’t my thing. But this. The two hearts connected and the pulmonary artery leaking blood onto her skirt, despite the hemostat clamped onto it…I don’t know. I just have a thing for hearts, I guess.
My mommy said no more piercings after my 2nd lobes were done. May the Lord have mercy upon my soul when I go home this week.
What is it about guys with earrings that makes it just so HOT? geez. I need an iced tea (*fans self*)
Ahhhh, she was so cute at that age >.< now that she’s grown up she’s gotten a little…strange.
I love Amanda Palmer. She’s fun, creative, passionate, caring, and above all she’s completely and unashamedly herself. I admire that more than I can express.
Connection cravings
I love to connect with other people over anything. It can be something large and beautiful and noble or it can be a small dirty secret that we both share. It can be something shallow like the fact that we both like Neil Gaiman or we watch the same TV show.
That’s why I love sites like tumblr and twitter and facebook and xanga. I join them and I subscribe to people and I love to peek into their little worlds. I feel like I’m surrounded by astonishingly beautiful people.
But I hardly ever post myself.
I’m so often crippled by stupid self-doubt. I don’t know if I’m afraid no one will see what I post or if I think they will and they’ll think it’s petty and not care, or if they will care enough to hate it.
I wish everyone could just love each other.
About me
I'm new to tumblr, lost in a world of words and images. Don't ever want to find my way home.
